Elliot Dunn

[elliot]

Elliot Stefen Dunn

Character Play-by: Jon Foo

name: Elliot Dunn
age: 18
gender: Male
orientation: Straight
race: shapeshifter, QUILEUTE, omega
birthplace: Born in London
current location: La Push
occupation: None

personality: Elliot is mainly just a goofball of a person, never taking much serious, and this can be a downfall, all he wants is just hang back and have fun with life. Joking around and just chilling is the best things in life to him, this doesn't mean he's too layed back though. He does have quite the temper when rubbed the wrong way, and is highly protective over anything that he says is his. Be it his pack mates, his girlfriend, or just food, he will guard it with fangs at the ready. This is his major downfall, he really is not one to share unless he really wants to, if you take something from him, he will fight to the death to get it back, sometimes even acting too childlike or possesive over any tiny object that he has some kind of attachment to, probably because most that was his was taken away.
Elliot does hate this side of himself, but just tries to shrug it off and continue with life, even if everyone around him is still annoyed at his actions, he lives by one motto, leave the past in the past, it's gone, forget about it. This may seem like some excuse to have people forgive him for what he's done, but he really does believe this, he might not be instantly trusting, but once you have him as a friend, you'll have him for life, he will stand by you no matter what.
detailed history: It all started, well at his birth, first of all his father didn't want him, at all, as soon as he was born his father tried to kill him, thankfully the woman who helped his mother give birth saved his life, talking his father out of the quick escape. Since that day his father hated everything about him, but simply accepted that he was alive, and that he was the fruit of his loins, he never showed affection, never payed for schooling or clothes, all of that was covered by his mother, who seemed to adore everything the young boy did. She would buy him a toy, only to have his father 'accidentaly' break it, his father would not allow his happiness, not as long as his father was angry.
Being Japanese his father followed a few strict rules in life, one of which was to not have a child out of marrige, which was exactly what Elliot was, his mother was a native who was born in La push and would love her child even if it were mutated. Elliot adored his mother as much as she adored him, and wanted so badly for his father's acceptance, but it just would not happen. By the age of 16 Elliot was feeling strange, things weren't right, he was growing too quickly and his moods just weren't like they usually were. Eventually as time went on his mother informed her about the legen of where she came from, she told him to seek out the rest of the pack for help, to have friends to fall back on, but he would not leave his mother alone with his father and decoded to stay. By the age of 17 it all came crashing down, his father lost his temper with his mother and hit her, this drove the young were over the edge and he attacked his father, breakign him to pieces, his mother got too close and suffered for it, nearly joining his father in death. When that happened Alliot decided it was time to seek out help and he left to find the weres in La Push.
fears: Losing control of himself again, turning into his father, not knowing what to do next
strengths: He's trustworthy and loyal, as well as physicaly strong
weaknesses: Stubborn, Possesive and Nervous around new people
likes: Girls, Black, Bikes, Cars, Fighting, Boxing
dislikes: Yellow, people touching his stuff

facial appearance: A very wide face, chissled features, dark skin
clothing: As little as needed, usually leather or Denim
build: Muscled but not overly so, seemingly built for long distance running or carring heavey objects
marks/scars: One on his chest, not too long, goes from one ab to the other
species appearance: His form is a black wolf with w white muzzle and tail tip. He's rather large, but is mostly just fuzz.
powers:none

your name: Alicia
age: 16
how long have you been roleplaying?: 2-3 years
how did you find us?: Ad
codeword:

roleplay sample:
My character Aly from this site

The alley way was quiet, almost too much so, even the light breeze was making too much noise compared to the silence. Aly sat, back against the wall, gripping wildly at the ground, scraping her nails on the rough tar surface a she sat, panting heavily, face dripping in still warm crimson.
"Oh god I did it again." Aly sat with her eyes shut, her voice filled with pain, husky and gruff as though she were crying, but the only wetness on her face was the minutes fresh blood around her mouth and dripping down her shirt. Her breath slowly steadied and she opened her eyes, looking around, trying to find some hint that she was still human in some way at all. She shut her eyes again and the noises started streaming in, ever since that night every little sound was too loud for her, every colour was too bright, she just couldn't take the complete intensity of every emotion, every sight, every smell.
She swallowed hard, the taste of blood still lingered in the throat, yet it was already begining to dry out, she really had to get over this insane thirst, this constant need to drink every second of every day. She wasn't even sure how much she'd taken from that last person, she'd just begun feeding when she realized what she was doing, for all she knew the guy was still alive, well...sort of.
Aly threw her head down into her hands, covering her eyes with her palms. "God what am i turning into..." Everything seemed so different now, she wasn't herself anymore, all she knew, all she was, was this never ending thirst. She gulped hard again, thinking about it just made it worse.

She stood up slowly, staggering slightly before she was fully verticle, she leaned against the cool wall, shutting her eyes and trying to feel some emotion that would stop her from going out again, but nothing was screaming louder than her need for blood, nothing made her think of the feelings of the person she'd be killing, nothing made her think of the family of said person, but even when thinking of this, nothing seemed more important than her thirst. Aly dropped her head, staring intently at the ground, she looked off to the side, at the edge of the alley she could see the sun was now completely set. Good, last time she went out it was nearly impossible not to go into the light where she shone like some kind of firefly, all she could think about was she was lookig like some kind of traffic light. Aly shook her head, she'd need to get used to this, from what she'd found out in her very short time as what she now was, was that she wouldn't die...or so it seemed.
"What in the name of hell am I anyway..." Aly said bluntly to herself as she stepped away from the wall, staggering again and needing to hang on a dumpster, she wasn't used to the way she walked, everything seemed to fast, too fluid, it just wasn't natural, she couldn't take it.

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